Classified Item
Bungie has the ability to expose information in the API that, for whatever reason, is not yet ready to be seen. We call these items "classified".
Sometimes classified items eventually are revealed to be real, in-game items. However, they are usually just junk data that made it into the API that isn't intended to be seen.
We include these items in the database solely to provide a complete view of what is in the API files. You should not take the presence of this item as a guarantee of something coming in a future update or attempt to analyze its presence too deeply. Doing so likely will only lead to disappointment.
This item is categorized as classified because:
- It is a dummy responsible for generating items purchased from vendors or obtained from opening engrams.
Special Perks
Stats
| Impact |
|
65 | |
| Range |
|
40 | |
| • Damage Falloff | |||
| Stability |
|
36 | |
| Handling |
|
65 | |
| Reload Speed |
|
56 | |
| • Reload Time | |||
| Aim Assistance |
|
50 | |
| Ammo Generation |
|
20 | |
| Zoom |
|
12 | |
| Airborne Effectiveness |
|
2 | |
| Recoil |
|
55 | |
| Rounds Per Minute | 80 | ||
| Magazine | 7 | ||
| Attack | 0 | ||
Curated Roll
Lore
Retrofuturist
They were so optimistic about us.
I watch them frolic blithely beneath their oblivious god.
I am among those assembled to witness their training. They wish to become stronger than the Cabal. Than Xivu Arath. Than the Hive.
Their ignorance of their true enemy is overwhelming—they cannot even put a name to it. I am choked with rancid ambrosia.
Two men now remain in the artificial battleground. Their movements are simplistic: one charges blindly ahead. The other rolls to the side, fires a shotgun, and his opponent falls.
The victor turns to the crowd and removes his helmet. Oily fluids bead on the flesh of his face. He bears teeth that squirm with microbial life. He throws his arms upward in jubilation and the masses cheer.
I do not join them—this form affords me some dignities.
Behind the creature reveling in minor triumph, sacrilege: A perfect being materializes. It gathers meat and offal from the ground and reassembles it. An unfathomable gift is given.
The crowd has seen this miracle countless times. It has lost all meaning to them. They see it as a resource.
I look up into the blank white face. I feel its Light on my cheeks. It no longer burns me.
Each revival is a choice.
I know what to do.